I got in to my hands today a drawing of one orphan child. I saw them more than 500 these days, but this one made my eyes frozen, my mind stopped working for a minute, shocked by the thing in front of me. Gray. Clear.  Suffering. Hunger. Tortures. Concentration camp. Death. All this in one word: SREBRENICA.

This child is very young. I was just thinking about how does she feel. How much does it hurt. She was just a baby when all this happen.  A baby. But her mind and heart kept it all. All the pictures. Her baba being slaughtered. Her grandpa being tortured, pieces of his body riped off. He died. In terrible pain. Her 13 years old brother killed in front of her and her mom’s eyes. Mom’s scream is still hurting her ears.

Mom, grandma being raped. Dead bodies of more than 8,000 her cousins and neighbors all around them. Running away trough the wood latter. Dark. Silence. Fear. Panics. She kept it all. All pictures.

How can she forget?? She is being reminded every day. Her grandma’s face is never dry. Tears for 4 lost sons, husband, brother, uncles, neighbors, friends. Her mom doesn’t cry anymore. She doesn’t have tears. Most of the time she is quiet, looking at one little spot on the wall. Photo of her baba and little brother are always there. In front of them.

They are waiting for a call every day. A call to tell them bodies of their loved ones are found. At least they will know the bones are resting in peace.  They will go to mezar (grave) and say a doa. Asking a Jannah for those beautiful souls. For those brave and beautiful souls. This is all what they hope for.

They are heroines for me. This child, her mother, her grandma. For being able to live, to smile, to open a doors to the world. A world where the killers, beasts, those evil people are walking free as birds.

Dont forget them. Please. At least don’t forget them from your doa.

 

This post is dedicated to my beautiful sisters, Shahrzad & Unique Muslimah. Just to see how great time you will have when you come to that Iftar we were talking about :) All my other blog-sisters are very welcome too :) love you all gals, alhamdulillah we are blessed to feel this love that is for the sake of Al Wadood only…

your Bosnian sister Leila :-)

p.s. if you click on every pic, you will find a comment (donno why its like that, i thought it will be shown in the post). But its interesting, I made it specialy for you, so please go to see :)

We have a nice weather again, alhamdulillah. It’s just …everything is different when you have a lot of sun around… Even sometimes the rainy days can make you more silent, listening to the world around you and it’s a blessing from Allah , for sure…but sun is a sun :)
Sarajevo is beautiful in days like this. Really. I enjoy walking in Bascarsija after work and off course having traditional Bosnian coffee in one of many coffee shops in town. Visiting the Begova mosque and sitting in front of it is experience that can not be really explained in words. SubhanAllah you feel like you are not in dunya, but in some another, quiet and peaceful world. Pure beauty. Can’t wait 4 o’clock, to go thereee :)